The Smutty Rogue Novels & Stories

Rogue in front of Sarena grinned as he studied Sarena from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. "Wow, she's so beautiful," the Rogue said, licking her bottom lip. "And her body, wow, like a Spanish guitar." Sarena shuddered with nausea, seeing the rows of dirty, yellow teeth grinning at her. "And it smells great," chimed in Rogue behind Sarena, sniffing her neck in a cheeky manner. "Mmhhh... So sweet like vanila dan jasmine." Sarena shuddered, feeling horrified. She didn't know what to do in a situation like this.

Inside, the rogue sat on a bench, looking far too comfortable for someone who had just been caught trespassing on my territory. He was young, maybe mid-twenties. He had wild dark hair. A face that might’ve been handsome if it weren’t for the smug smile and the shiner already blooming on his left cheek, courtesy of someone with a well-aimed fist. My money was on Henry. Henry opened the door, and I stepped in, Roman stepping in behind me. The rogue looked up, and the smile that was on his face dropped like a stone. “Yeah. That’s right.” I thought.

I was born a rogue, and now I’m about to become a slave. Rogues, if captured, are sold as slaves to the packs. It’s their cruel way of getting back at us for leaving in the first place. If we won’t be a part of their packs as a member, well, then we will be forced to be slaves if captured. It’s cruel, but rogues have no justice in this world. The silver chains burn my wrist and ankles. My inner right forearm stings from the R that has been burned onto it to indicate that I’m now a rogue slave. It will heal, but the silver causes it to heal slowly. I will forever be marked as a slave.

Emmet's head snapped towards the direction of the door and he saw that a few other rogues had gathered at the entrance and yelled at them. "What?" He asked. "Fucking get out of here. You all can't do anything right. Fucking rogues" He spat. They hurried away from there as quickly as possible, then his attention went back to the rogue who was crouching down on the floor in pain. Emmet gritted his teeth in anger. "You had just one job and you messed up. Get the fuck out of here and go fix it". Emmet watched Neo as he slowly rose from the cold floor and made his way out of the room. Emmet was famous among the werewolves as a brutal and vicious rogue leader that terrorized neighboring packs with

A smirk formed on my lips as he involuntarily hissed from the burning sensation. Coldly, I stared at him with the tip of the knife resting on the pumping pulse on his neck, steadily speaking, “I’ve seen men like you break before, and they ended up rotting six feet below the ground because of their arrogance, and you won’t be any different if you don’t learn how to control your filthy mouth. Now talk.” The Rogue confidently let out a smirk. “Kill me if you want. You won’t stop him either way.” He kept his sharp eyes gazing at me without any hint of fear in his eyes. Indeed, they were the most notorious group of Rogues.

"You look like a rogue right now." I blinked up at him. A small smile touched the corners of my lips for the very first time in hours. It felt strange to smile, like my face had forgotten how to do it. "What does a rogue look like?" I asked. Dom kept his large hand tightly around my waist. He looked down at my face, his eyes softening, like he was examining me. "A rogue has wild, messy hair. Puffy eyes from crying too much. Red skin around the cheeks. The only difference is... a rogue can never be this beautiful."

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

AUSTIN _____ Sunlight, weak and filtered through the perpetual mist of the pack’s cavern, was a poor substitute for the clean, sharp light of a Havenwood morning. It seeped through the fissures in the rock ceiling of the Alpha’s den, illuminating dust motes dancing over the evidence of Roric’s slovenly reign The place still stank of his cheap ale. My first official decree as Alpha had been to have the entire den scrubbed from floor to ceiling, the furs burned, the pathetic trophies tossed into a refuse pile. It was a start.

They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death. I casually walked towards the man in front of me- the one who was watching me being captured by those rogues from the start. He seemed to be having a great time watching me turn those werewolves into ashes but I'm curious why there's something within me that's stopping me from killing him even though I know what kind of creature he is. He's one of them- a rogue.

All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty. “Come,” he held his hand out to me. As I took his hand, sparks shot through my entire body, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. He led me outside. We were surrounded by woods. Many people surrounded the house. They were in deep discussion with each other. Along the outskirts of the small property, I could see tents set up, some merchant tents, others with couches and beds thrown in them. Rope lights hung from the trees and pathway lights lit up walking trails from one tent to the next. There was a huge firepit in the middle. It reminded me of a gypsy’s camp.